When My Husband Said He’d Only Help Me in My Wheelchair If I Paid Him $1,000 a Week, I Said Yes — Then One Friday I Handed Him a White Box With a Ribbon, and He Screamed, « Is This All I Deserve?! »

He lifted the lid.

And then he screamed.

Let me go back.

The accident happened on a Tuesday, March 18th, at 7:12 in the morning.

A pickup ran the red light at 72nd and Dodge, in Omaha, and hit the driver’s side of my Honda going forty.

I remember the sound.

I don’t remember anything else until the ceiling of a trauma bay.

Fractured pelvis.

Two broken vertebrae, T11 and T12, a partial injury to the spinal cord.

I would walk again, said Dr. Patel, but not for at least six to nine months.